There was cheering and applause around me as I joined the Candor group, but everything sounded distant and distorted. As if my ears were filled with water. But really it was because of the pressure pushing down on me, threatening to destroy me.
I would fail my Candor initiation, and I would have to live factionless.
The one faction that I didn't have aptitude for...
And it's the faction I chose.
Candor... Honesty. Honesty could be a cold hard killer. Honesty could destroy friendships and break hearts in seconds.
I sat down in the Candor section as Marcus read out Chelsea's name.
She cut her hand, and let her blood drip from her hand, looking confident and ready, as if the choice had been clear for her from the start.
Her blood dripped over the glass.
Chelsea came to sit next to me, and said, 'I knew you got Candor, too!'
She really didn't belong in Erudite, did she?
I didn't reply - I just stared forward blankly.
'Mel, are you okay?' She whispered, so quietly that I could barely hear, as Marcus had just read out the next name. A Candor transfer, into Erudite. Somebody to take my place in Erudite, a place for me to take in Candor.
'Yeah, I'm fine,' I replied.
'I thought you were going to choose Amity!' Said Chelsea, as people applauded again. 'Your hand was over the soil!'
'I know,' I said. 'I just misjudged it. But I sorted it out, didn't I?'
'Yeah,' said Chelsea. 'Can you imagine it?'
'Imagine what?'
'If your blood had gone over the soil.'
'Why would it be such a bad thing?' I said defensively.
'Can you imagine living in a faction you didn't have aptitude for?'
'No,' I said.
Because I didn't have to imagine.
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Divergent (Fanfic)
FanfictionFinding out that you are Divergent can be shocking and terrifying. It can put your life at risk. But, what happens to a Divergent that hesitates too much at the Choosing ceremony, and leaves their blood spattered in the wrong bowl?
